[HP] End of Death

The day when Harry and the others packed their bags and prepared to apparate to Hogsmeade was in the evening in September, the setting sun was hanging on the branches, and the black leaves divided its light into countless irregular flashing slices, a little A little melt flows into a valley of mist.Several large black birds flitted past the window, making shrill calls.

Hermione transformed everything and put it into another small cloth bag. They agreed to Apparate together under the Invisibility Cloak, but it seemed a bit reluctant to cover the four of them.

"Our ankles are showing, Harry."

"Do you think it's strange for people on the street to see eight feet..."

"Oh, stop it, Ron, this is too bad."

"We can Apparate around the Shrieking Shack, where almost no one goes," Harry suggested.

"But we still have to go through the bee duke's cellar, which is crowded, you know."

"I can use Disillusionment to become invisible." Draco suddenly said, "We will Apparate to the Shrieking Shack first, and then you can continue to wear the Invisibility Cloak. I will use Disillusionment to enter the cellar."

"Well - if you don't mind, then do it. It's a good idea, I mean." Hermione seemed to be trying to be friendly, but she was still a little awkward.Draco shrugged, not paying attention.

As the surroundings gradually fell into darkness, the unique sense of space distortion of Apparition surrounded them.There was a shrill wind in my ears, vaguely mixed with wonderful laughter and the crisp sound of coins falling to the ground... These sounds fluctuated from far to near, like feathers flapping on the face, and like birds flying away.

Their feet finally touched the hard ground, Harry staggered and nearly fell to the ground, Draco caught him just in time.

"It's slippery here," he complained. "Looks like it just rained."

They headed towards Honeydukes as originally planned, but the closer they got, the more strange they felt.Harry frowned. He knew something was wrong - it was too quiet to hear any footsteps or voices - except perhaps themselves, but they had been careful not to be seen, but in this desolate In the silence, it still seemed particularly abrupt.

The world above the snow line rarely maintains a kind of silence like flowing fine sand, the wind blows the cedar trees, many shops on both sides have closed their windows, and the wooden doors are hung with big locks or staggered black seals.They walked through this lonely street in silence, recalling its former bustle.

"Why are so many shops closed?" Ron asked in a low voice. "My favorite ice cream shop is gone too. I want to try it again."

"Don't think about it, it's definitely related to Fu—"

"Don't say that name!"

"—Well, it has something to do with the mysterious man."

"How do we get in if Dukes of Bee is closed too?"

Harry was beginning to worry about this too, but they were relieved that the Honeydukes were not out of business.The chubby boss was standing by the door of the empty shop, smoking a cigarette, and the smoke filled his glasses and fat fingers.

"Hey, old John, are you still there?" A head protruded from the nearby candy store, and the proprietress in a purple robe came out, her peaked hat trembling with her steps, as if the next moment will slide down.

"Hey, it's been a bad day these days...you are the same, right? A lot of people have been arrested, and all the things in the store have been robbed—you have to be careful what you say now, if you say something I heard, everyone will be locked up..." She leaned against the wall next to him, folded her hands and said casually.

"I know, I know, that kid Brett was taken away just like that... I heard he died the next day?"

"I think it was the third day—maybe the second? In that case, he might have died that night... I don't remember exactly. I'll have to ask Robert next time. He knows more than women."

"By the way, why do you think Robert knows so much?" Old John lowered his voice, "Maybe he also..."

Harry couldn't hear the rest of the conversation, because they had already taken the opportunity to sneak into the Bee Duke's shop, and walked up the damp and dark stone stairs to the more bleak cellar.

The cellar was not lit, and it was dark. Harry drew out his wand and lit a blue light.They carefully avoided the sorted ceramic pots and incubators, as well as some strange glass instruments whose functions were difficult to explore.Ron accidentally stepped on a shard of glass, which made everyone jump with a loud creak.

"Hey, tell me, will Hogwarts not allow students to go to Hogsmeade now?" Hermione asked suddenly.Harry opened the stone witch sculpture and led them into a small tunnel.

"why?"

"Because Hogsmeade doesn't restrict apparation, it's easy for students to escape from here." Hermione lowered her voice.

None of them answered.Harry thought of the happy times he had spent in Hogsmeade before, the swirling fluorescent lights, the cold and sweet ice cream, the warm butterbeer, the laughing young men and women... There were vague glances in the crowd, and when he turned sideways The arms touched by accident, the throbbing and greenness permeated in the snowflakes.

He believes that the memory of Hogsmeade is an inseparable part for every student. It is like the first free melody of enthusiasm in youth. I don’t know how many stories sprout here, but at this time they are about to be read. Cruelly cut off.

They walked out of the passage silently, turned into a spiral staircase of the castle and went up.The dim yellow flames of the wall lamps flickered indistinctly, and the noisy noise of students could be heard in the distance.Harry felt that he hadn't heard such a voice full of vitality for a long time. This summer vacation was particularly long and busy, with several twists and turns, and he had long forgotten the taste of studying in an ivory tower.

They finally climbed to the eighth floor of the castle and entered the Room of Requirement.Four beds have been arranged in the room according to their requirements, with long curtains of light-colored patterns hanging between each bed, several clean desks and chairs are placed against the wall, and there is a spacious bathroom in the corner.

Harry packed his luggage and put it in the wardrobe next to the bed, then sat on the bed in a daze.He still remembers the time when he used to give lessons to DA members here, they practiced spells excitedly and nervously here, and Dobby hung golden balls in the shape of his head on the ceiling at Christmas, although he thought it was very funny at that time, But thinking about it now is a lot of fun.

But he hadn't seen those friends for a long time, and he didn't know where he put the Galleon used for communication.Harry suddenly wanted to see them, and wondered if Seamus and Dean were still arguing about Quidditch and football, if Neville still had his Meebo, and if Luna was still wearing his Siphon glasses and radish-slice earrings...but he knew he couldn't get near them, and he couldn't have a word with them, though they were trustworthy.

The bed board sank downward, and a person sat down beside him.He wrapped his arms around his shoulders, rubbed against his face, then breathed into his ears, and asked in a low voice, "What are you thinking?"

The tips of Harry's ears turned red immediately, he pushed him, and said casually, "I'm reminded of the days when I used to attend DA meetings here."

Draco raised his eyebrows, and he put his hand into Harry's clothes thoughtfully and twisted it -- he was immediately met with an annoyed "what" from the latter -- and said slowly, "I just Remember we did it for the first time here."

Harry's face flushed instantly.He remembered, it was on a snowy Christmas day, when they hadn't settled down, he held him on the cold ground and tasted the forbidden fruit for the first time...

"By the way, Harry, I want to listen to your class too." Draco leaned over again and held him in his arms.

"Lesson? Okay, I can teach you how to drive next time." Harry rolled his eyes and replied with a sly smile.

"Oh, I refuse." Draco rolled his eyes, "Your driving skills are so bad, I almost threw up last time."

"You still don't know how to drive, young master."

After finishing their reorganization, they sneaked into the kitchen of the cafeteria and swept away a large bag of chicken legs and pastries, and returned with a full load.Dobby was so moved to tears when he saw Harry, he was still wearing the socks that Harry and Draco had bought for him back then, a silk scarf around his neck, and a bunch of badges hanging on his chest.

"Dobby misses Mr. Harry Potter terribly! I'm glad Harry Potter is all right!" he cried, wiping his snot and tears with his dirty apron.

Harry kept smiling at it, trying to hold back its tears, but it was clearly futile.They consoled Dobby for a long time before he managed to calm him down, and when they left all the house-elves in the kitchen waved to them to welcome them back next time.

"Why doesn't it miss me?" On the way back, Draco stared at the extra-rich bag of food in Harry's hand, and said with some resentment, he didn't know who he was jealous of.

Ron had already taken a chicken leg and started eating it on the way. Harry looked back at Draco and shrugged: "I don't think you have any good memories of it, young master."

"Even Weasley got more food than me." Draco was still frowning.

"Okay, can I give you some when the time comes?" Harry thought his preoccupied look was funny and cute, so he couldn't help but kissed him on the cheek, but was grabbed by the other party and insisted on Also added one on the lips.

"Oh, watch out, you two, although there's no one in the corridor right now—"

"Hermione, you forgot both of us." Ron raised his head from the chicken leg and reminded.

"I just told Dobby not to tell about our existence. I hope it won't cause a catastrophe." Hermione ignored his interruption, "You all come to me to get the compound medicine later, and I have a 24-hour prescription. It's time-limited, so if it expires, you must come to me to make it up, have you heard?"

"Oh, Hermione, you sound like my mother," Ron interrupted again.

"Like my mother too." Draco echoed for the first time.Ron gave him a surprised look, and nodded at him as if he had reached some kind of agreement.

"So, boys, do you hear that?"

"Um……"

"Speak up!"

"I heard!"